A FABLE. A RAVEN, while with glossy breast Shook the young leaves about her ears, and the brood is safe; (For ravens, though as birds of omen Can't prophesy themselves at all.) The morning came, when neighbour Hodge, Climb'd like a squirrel to his dray, MORAL. 'Tis Providence alone secures, In every change, both mine and yours: Safety consists not in escape A COMPARISON. THE lapse of time and rivers is the same, And a wide ocean swallows both at last. Though each resemble each in every part, A difference strikes at length the musing heart: Streams never flow in vain; where streams abound, How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd! But time, that should enrich the nobler mind, Neglected leaves a weary waste behind. ANOTHER. ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT. To MRS. (now LADY) THROCKMORTON. MARIA! I have every good For thee wish'd many a time, To wish thee fairer is no need, In wedded love already bless'd To thy whole heart's desire? None here is happy but in part; There dwells some wish in every heart, That wish, on some fair future day, |